Yup, this is what we look like when the Clarkes leave their house to us. :)
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Omgsh!! What you people do to our house! PETER'S SLEEPING ON OUR *COUCH* IN DAD'S CARHARTS!?!?!?!?!? No wonder our home looked like a pigstye when we got back...
You see... We were all so tired. Daddy and Peter hadn't gotten any deer. We spent the entire day cleaning the kitchen and the bedrooms. The goats got out of the pen twice the previous night, and tried to break through the door, and we had take them back and Duncan's leg got broken in the attempt... So... um... yeah... we were pretty tired. :D
Happy is he who still loves something he loved in the nursery: He has not been broken in two by time; he is not two men, but one, and he has saved not only his soul but his life.
Cicero
Other relaxations are peculiar to certain times, places and stages of life, but the study of letters [books] is the nourishment of our youth, and the joy of our old age. They throw an additional splendor on prosperity, and are the resource and consolation of adversity; they delight at home, and are no embarrassment abroad; in short, they are company to us at night, our fellow travelers on a journey, and attendants in our rural recesses.
Wendell Berry
Praise ignorance, for what man has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Samuel Davies
The greatest number of mankind beyond comparison are sleeping under ground. There lies beauty mouldering into dust, rotting into stench & loathsomeness, and feeding the vilest worms. There lies the head that once wore a crown… There lie mighty giants, the heroes and conquerors… the Caesars of the world… There lie the wise and learned, as rotten, as helpless as the fool.
Leo Tolstoy
Faith is the sense of life, that sense by virtue of which man does not destroy himself, but continues to live on. It is the force whereby we live.
Arthur W. Pink
The apprehension of God's infinite knowledge should fill the Christian with adoration. The whole of my life stood open to his view from the beginning. He foresaw my every fall, my every sin, my every backsliding; yet, nevertheless, fixed his heart upon me. Oh, how the realization of this should bow me in wonder and worship before him!
C.S. Lewis
Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery's shadow or reflection: the fact that you don't merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief.
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Omgsh!! What you people do to our house! PETER'S SLEEPING ON OUR *COUCH* IN DAD'S CARHARTS!?!?!?!?!? No wonder our home looked like a pigstye when we got back...
Discustidly,
Rachel
Darling Rachel,
*manipulates*
You see... We were all so tired. Daddy and Peter hadn't gotten any deer. We spent the entire day cleaning the kitchen and the bedrooms. The goats got out of the pen twice the previous night, and tried to break through the door, and we had take them back and Duncan's leg got broken in the attempt... So... um... yeah... we were pretty tired. :D
Love you ever so much! *wink*
~Ruby
Oh Ruby!!!! I feel so bad for teasing you! But I'm LAUGHING MY HEAD OFF RIGHT NOW!! You poor people. :-D
Love you too!
~Rachel
That's okay... I don't really mind. But it wasn't THAT funny. :P
~Ruby
Well, I was laughing because I just felt to sorry for you! I was laughing out of...pity, I guess. :-D
Love you Darling!
~Rachel
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